The
late horror-meister Wes Craven's 2010 horror-thriller My
Soul to Take gets a bad rap. I
remember reading a fan's tweet to Wes Craven, after its initial
release, saying “It's okay, Wes, we still love you”. Clearly this
film failed to strike a chord with horror audiences and with Craven's
die-hard fans alike – originally titled 25/8, the
film then sat on the shelf for over a year and a half after its
completion, only to then be renamed, and then to be post-converted
into 3D, which was all the rage in 2010, even though the film had not
been shot with that in mind. Already the studio was worried about its
reception and preemptively created the 3D theatrical release hoping
to lure in the teenage audiences. Oh, yes, and his film was cut, too
– some of the bloody horror toned down to get it from an “R”
rating to a “PG-13” for its theatrical release. Really, from any
aspect, it looks like Craven's film had gone through hell and back,
and it did not come out unscathed, not it the least.
I
never did see My Soul to Take in
its theatrical 3D, PG-13 incarnation; instead I found a used (uncut
and non-3D) blu-ray for three dollars at a store that was closing
down. To be honest, I would have grabbed it if it was thirteen
dollars; I was also a die-hard Wes Craven fan and I'd actually been
looking forward to his film for a while, though at that time I was
intentionally avoiding all things 3D at the movie theatres. After
giving Craven's film a spin, I was immediately left wondering what
the hell all of the negative feedback had been about. Okay, before I
get too far ahead of myself, let's go back to the storyline for a
quick moment here –
My
Soul to Take concerns a group of
high school kids (like Scream)
who have been selected to die at the hands of a supernatural serial
killer – or maybe not, maybe this killer is just out for vengeance,
in a plot that vaguely echoes Craven's A Nightmare on Elm
Street. Craven then throws more
secondary horror themes into the mix, including the spirit of the
killer who is able to body-jump from person to person (as in Craven's
film Shocker), and the
film's story starts to go down a not-entirely-necessary, yet weirdly
exciting labyrinth of horror sub-plots and backstory; and Craven is
impressively able to handle off this within his story without it
fleeing into convoluted territory. The thing is, this is one of the
trademarks of Craven's horror style, right out of his earlier films
that had become part of his cult-hit cannon. So, why, then, I
wondered, did My Soul to Take not
hit it with his intended audience? Was Craven's signature style of
storytelling no longer relevant? I find that even seven years later,
I can't figure that one out. My only though on this is that perhaps,
with time gone by, it might be time for fans to revisit My
Soul to Take along side of his
classics Shocker, A
Nightmare on Elm Street, and his
epitomic mind-bending meta-horror A New Nightmare (or, “Wes
Craven's A New Nightmare”).
That
being said, Wes Craven, ever the horror meister, was able to rebound
with a vengeance (well, overseas, anyway) merely a year
after-the-fact when his cinematic swan sang, Scream
4, was
released into cinemas. A commercial hit overseas, and a moderate hit
in North America, Scream
4, which
this time concerned a grown-up Sidney Prescott (Neve Campbell) and
newcomer Emma Roberts (Scream
Queens), was
able to overcome the bad publicity and criticisms of My
Soul to Take as
well as the previous and dreadful Scream
3 (which
had featured the ill-advised cameos of Jay and Silent Bob). Not quite
as good as the first and hugely original (for its time) Scream,
this
fourth entry – fifteen years after-the-fact – was still just as
good as Scream 2,
despite
the awkwardness from the internal jokes which couldn't make out if
Scream 4 was
supposed to be an actual sequel or a Hollywood reboot, and despite
the trendy but unfortunate miscasting of Alison Brie and Marley
Shelton. Still, Hayden Panettiere and Emma Roberts were
a blast to watch, and Craven's
last high school slasher film prevailed and subsequently spawned a
new television series based on his work.
I
still feel now, in the wake of his sad passing near the end of the
first season of the Scream
television
series, that Wes Craven had another horror film in him. This could
certainly be chalked up to wishful thinking on my part, but judging
from the creativeness of My
Soul to Take and
Scream 4, there
might've been something else that went untapped.
RIP, Wes Craven, 1939-2015.
--V.
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